Prom

“Liam, I’m sorry. I was just feeling a bit down about it all coming an end.”

I kissed her on the lips as we moved into the main hall.

“Shit, I thought that someone had died, Adele. You kind of scared me. I’m glad that you had a bit of champagne. It seems to have lightened you up a bit.”

She nodded, but maybe the champagne hadn’t completely done the trick, because her eyes started to fill with tears again.

“Adele, talk to me. What’s up with you?”

Then Chanel came up behind us and said, “If you guys walk any slower, by the time we get inside the Prom’s over!”

She swept up Adele’s hand and then walked in front of us. Chanel’s the kind of girl that I love to hate at the best of times. Sometimes she just has too much energy; I think that she’s on a high most of the time.

“Did you give her anything?” I asked Dwayne as he walked up to me, with his eyes firmly fixed on Chanel’s ass.

He patted me on the back, “Just some loving.”

“Fuck when?”

He laughed, “You need to give that to Adele too.